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CHAPTER 14.

" Oh! my so-called whore-Ops I misspell- wife is up. " He whispered in his monotone. Her heart felt a pang but avoid his comment. It has been one week since he claimed her to be a whore who was trying to get attention. One week felt like hell. His taunt for her being a whore and a sleepy ass. Not her fault though, after an orgasm her body automatically resists everything and she craved for a nap. It wasn't in her hand to prevent the desire to sleep after the first round.

" Madam, should I set up the dining room for you? The breakfast is ready. " She heard, Phoebe asked. She was back after the one-week vacation, Adnan gave her. In Phoebe's words, he wanted to spend quality time with her like a happy newlywed but. In Dianna's dictionary, he didn't want to get interrupted in his torture session.

" No, I'm not quite hungry..." She is cut off by him.

" You're not allowed to skip meals, Cupcake. And you. " His pitch high tone point to Phoebe but she stayed calm as if it was normal for her. " Don't ask her next time just do before even asking when it comes to her meals. Now bring her breakfast here. " He was back to the reading newspaper. A heavy sigh blow out of her mouth meanwhile Phoebe was gone from sight.

" Adnan. " She called his name, in low voice and waited for his reply which came out as hummed. " I wanted to talk with you..." She paused for a second before adding. " I wanna go back to town..." A fainted thud was heard by her as he threw the newspaper on the coffee table. " Just for a few hours. " She twirled her fingers together in anxiety.

" There is no one for you. Cupcake. No one is bothered by your disappearance. " He said flatly.

" Adnan, I don't know if you're a good liar but at this point sure you're not. " She heard his sharp sigh. " I want to meet Rosha Auntie and my friend, that's it. " There was a long and awkward silence.

" The town is not safe right now. " He announced as if it was just a matter of dust.

" Just for one hour. I promise. And if you're scared that I'll tell people you kidnap me..."

" No one is gonna believe. "

" Or maybe you're scared, I'll run away. "

" You can't and you know well. Why! "

" Then what's the problem? Let me go to meet the people who are precious to me. " She was this close to yelling but didn't want to tease the wrong wire in the early morning. " We're married. " She added, swallowing the truth of her life. " And I think we both need to trust each other no matter how hard it's to believe. We can't live like this for the rest of our life..."

" Wait a minute. " He picks up his index finger- preventing her to speak further. " Mrs. Phoebe, you're dismissed for today. Leave it, here. " She could feel her heartbeats going fast and fast at the high peak. She heard the clinking sound of the tray as Phoebe rested it on the table.

" Only ten seconds you get, Mrs. Phoebe. " He warned her who rush to the room where she had placed her purse. She left the mansion as soon as she could leaving them alone in the whole damn mansion and the odd sound of the door echoing.

" So where we were, Cupcake. " He sat next to her close enough that her trembling shoulder touch his. " Hmm? " His small hum dissolve in her blood as if it was a drug that flowed in her veins. " Am I guessing right? Are you saying something that I'm thinking? " He rested his palm on her thigh and gave it a squeeze but she just flinch at the sudden bold act, and didn't back off.

" I...I want to..." She started, but her tongue stumbled in mid. She thought it would be easy to say but here she was getting red before even saying that.

" You want to...what? Cupcake. " He leaned closer dipping his head into the crook of her neck but her hijab was covering her neatly.

" I want to...give this marriage a chance. " She swallowed, hard. Not knowing how he'll react after hearing her. He remained stiff, inhaling her scent.